Pregnant. The word twisted around in Thomas brain as he stared at the plastic stick in his hand. He pushed his back against the wall of the bathroom and slid down in the corner while curling up into a tight ball. Pregnant! He couldn't be knocked up, not with everything going on in his life. Not when he was stuck in a god forsaken maze surrounded by horrible creatures that wanted to kill him on sight. Hell, Alby would kill him once the leader found out the situation he found himself in. A knock came from the other side of the door, scaring Thomas nearly out of his skin. He wobbled over and forced the door open, revealing a baffled looking Newt.
"Doing alright in there, Tommy?" Newt asked. Thomas swiped at his mouth, brushing away the remnants of his stomach contents that he'd vomited up earlier. "You look like a right hot mess, if I say so myself." Thomas leaned against the door frame for support, looking at Newt with half closed eyes while trying to come up with the right explanation for his plight.
"I've been feeling queasy for a while, almost a week of throwing up just about everything I eat. I've been getting this pain stitch in my side while out on runs, too," Thomas began.
"Come on, shank! I'm taking you to see Clint and Jeff so they can have a look at you. Maybe they've got something up their sleeves to fix you up." Newt held out his hand that Thomas only stared at stupidly. Newt raised an eyebrow in question at the lack of movement on the runner's part.
"There is nothing they can do for me. Time will have to work this out on its own," Thomas said, cryptically. Eyebrows shot up higher, begging for more answers. Thomas only passed the test to Newt as he anticipated the argument that was sure to come.
"A positive pregnancy test. They sent Teresa up here pregnant?" Newt shouted, his face growing hot.
"My positive pregnancy test, to be more accurate," Thomas clarified. Newt's jaw hit the floor at the revelation, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards as different emotions raced across his face. Finally, he placed his hands over Thomas' stomach and a smile won out.
"My baby," he whispered.
"Our baby." Thomas allowed himself to be swept up into Newt's arms and be peppered with hot kisses over his face and neck. Baby, indeed.
A/n: There will be two more similar ones to follow along a similar vein to this, lovelies! I love this kind of strange stuff, I don't know why, but I do.